21 Responses to “I Love Him But He Has To Go”

Don’t you get vodka from potatoes? I know that it’s a process, you can’t just wait until the potato kindly leaks out vodka. Your love potato looks like it’s in reproductive mode with all the roots it’s producing so it is an actual “love” potato, trying to make baby potatoes. 🙂

Following on from Laurie’s comment, why not plant him, arrange a ceremonial heart in pebbles around where you’ve planted him, and reap the harvest of spuds (!) in a month or two? Otherwise, he will start to smell a bit!

I was going to suggest you plant him. Cut him into bits so each bit has an eye and you will get lots of little potato plants. If you have no garden space, plant him in a pot or potato sack. You can get these growing sacks at your local nursery. Dianne

Don’t throw your love away! Plant him in a pot in your backyard. Water him with love and perhaps your love will grow and next year you will have little love spuds you can eat. Then they will be a part of you. What you don’t eat can be replanted next year and your love will be with you always.

That may have come across slightly weirder than intended… No. I intended it to be weird. But then they do say truth is weirder than fiction.

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